If I could Walk Around Heaven I would quickly break out into a run and jump into the arms of Frances and Bernard momma and dad Squeezing tight with an unbreakable grasp bracing my heart and steady my focus to hear them…
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IV- Pauper
Coins fall through a poorly sewn pocket, and clatter dully on the cobblestone. An opulent, imposing carriage rolls thoughtlessly over the copper. The Lord and Lady inside peer out, eyes locking with the friendly layman’s soot streaked smile, though they prefer distance over satisfied curiosity….
Hour 4: Write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife.
Point B and Point A facing opposite poles on the same mattressed board strings attached silent words convoluted phrases that meander into the sea of nothingness “The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.” “The question is,” said…
Empty
For fifteen years I did my best To honor all those vows We shared before Goddess and man But I had to get out He had a mistress those last few years And I could not compete When I tried to intervene He’d knock me…
For the Children
Shared love and burdens are scattered embracing all who enter. Separate thoughts and cares change perspectives connect all who enter. Shared hopes and visions shape our future form all who enter. Separate ideals and values value-added dreams build our home.
Hour 4
The Piano Forest The piano forest is where I want to grow old. I haven’t touched its keys, walked its pathways, counted its leaves in a while. I hold my breath when I look at green-filtered sunlight on the mossy floors. I am a plant,…
Deadly Storm – hour 4
A deadly storm is brewing And only time will tell Who will still be standing When the water drains to Hell Who’ll be struck by lightening And who’ll just blow away Who will find their higher ground Or drown beneath the waves A deadly storm…
Dreamy land Where no man’s sad Foggy skies Where no one cries Wind that blows And I repose Birds sing And why not It’s a Paradise! Magical place And I refuse To shut my eyes!
Faculty of Law
Studies. Lots and lot of studies. Sturdy, albeit shaking in my comfort bed. It’s examination time again, and I profess Here like before, SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK. I find joy knowing that On the third week, I shall be weak. Yes. But I shall…
A letter to my past
You said that you wished we were real but we were, don’t you see? If we were not real, why does it hurt so? I don’t need to pinch myself to feel the pain to know that we were real. Two years and I still…